Through the end of August and beginning of September, it's still warm and it's still green and it still feels like summer. The only way you'd know the summer season is over is that it's suddenly very...quiet.
In fact, during that time you could be tricked into thinking it was still Summer Camp, and it was just a particularly silent rest hour and soon the bell
would ring sending everyone pouring noisily out of their cabins for third period classes, OR it was a cunning Battle for the Island maneuver where all four groups were hiding in ultra-stealth mode, waiting to come roaring out of hiding in the bushes and behind hills to capture their opponents' flags. Yes, during that time it feels like it's still summer here, and someone has just hit the pause button on a particularly serene moment.
It is no longer that time.
You could no longer think it might be still summer at Camp.
Because it is definitely fall at Camp.
And fall announces itself loudly and brightly, with crunching piles of leaves and brightly burning trees, and you know it can't be summer cause it is something very different.
And very cool. (In both meanings of the word.)
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| A slightly different lakeside view. |
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| Just in case the orange leaves make you feel like you've wandered into the wrong spot, worry not...it's still Lake Shawanni. |
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| "Autumnal", if you will. (You will!? Gee, thanks.) |
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| A rug of leaves... |
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| ...And a carpet of pine needles. |
So not only is it fall at Camp, but fall is going fast.
If you'd like to catch Camp in the fall (that brief moment before winter) in person, I suggest you make a trip this Saturday and join us for our fall community service weekend. You'll get to see some trees, peep some leaves, and lend a helping hand in preparing some parts of camp to go into winter hibernation mode. Let us know you'll be stopping by and check out the details here!
Catch em while you can, cause the leaves are falling fast.
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